We are home.
Which means our house has been filled to the brim with the neighbors, we have what Dave likes to call "kid soup" in the swimming pool, there are still lingering duffle bags and odds and ends that need to be put in their place, and endless messages waiting to be listened to on the answering machine.
But we are here. And it feels good...and hot.
As Dave and I cajoled the kids inside to dinner last night from the back yard where they were making all sorts of joyous ruckus, Dave announced to the neighbors (who were not actually there, but who were certainly aware of our presence after a nice, peaceful summer), "Yes, we are home."
On a different note, over the summer I have had a number of e-mails asking photography detail questions.
So it's perfect timing that Shabby Apple (a wonderful clothing company) has asked me to do some guest posts this week specifically on that topic.
The first one posted today here. (More actual photography details coming...)
With that, I must finish putting away the groceries and get Max to the orthodontist (which will make three teeth appointments today...nothing like getting right back in the swing of things).
p.s. I forgot to post my parent's blogs on the last post, but now I've added them.
p.s.s. Potty training is NOT fun.